The Broken Mirror

In the broken mirror,
She looked at her scattered face,
In bewilderment and horror,
Couldn’t decide, which one to choose.

Every one was revealing a life of her,
To people, fake. But to her is real
In each dwell love, friends and dear
Aches in her bleeding heart, she began to feel.

She shed tears, for every piece
That was filled with falsehoods,
Broken pieces of love and happiness
Filled her head and heart with illusions.

The board became hollow,
With background of black,
Deep inside she felt sorrow;
Inner struggle and remorse began their attack.

For missing her old true self, was sorry
She held a scattered piece so close,
Of its sharp corners, was not worry!
For now, she decided to see her true one face.

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